Maya stayed. (For Maya’s story, click here.)
She stayed because leaving felt harder than enduring.
She stayed because she believed things might change.
She had seen the good side of him once and believed there could be healing.
And above all, she stayed for the kids, the only light in her dim, tense home.
Work became her escape. Her job gave her satisfaction, a sense of identity, and moments of calm that home no longer offered.
At home, she carried her peace like fragile glass, careful with her words, careful not to “provoke.” She adjusted, because rocking the boat felt dangerous. The unknown scared her more than the familiar pain.
But change, as they say, is the only constant. And for Maya, things changed for the worse.
Her husband grew more controlling. He argued over trivial things and always flipped the blame.
“You made me angry,” he’d say.
“You pushed me to this point.”
At first, it was about words. Then it became about control.
When Maya bought herself coffee every Friday, a small ritual of joy. He asked, “Do you really need that?” He began questioning her expenses, even though she earned her own money.
Yet, she had no visibility into his expenses. It didn’t feel fair.
He embarrassed her in front of friends, mocked her opinions, and made social gatherings uncomfortable. Slowly, she stopped hosting dinners. She stopped meeting friends.
Loneliness crept in like a quiet fog.
Then came the phone.
One evening, he demanded to see her messages and calls. Maya hesitated but eventually handed it over. “If I have nothing to hide, why not?” she thought.
But the imbalance was clear. She could not imagine asking the same of him.
Trust had vanished.
Maya convinced herself she was protecting her family. That staying quiet meant stability for her children. That’s the mistake so many mothers make.
What she didn’t realize was that silence can sometimes be the loudest harm of all.
Children sense everything. They absorb tension like sponges. They learn how love looks and how it hurts.
In homes filled with conflict, children carry invisible wounds: anxiety, insecurity, sadness. Some turn inward, becoming withdrawn. Others act out, struggling with anger or defiance.
Maya didn’t know that staying “for the kids” could actually hurt them more.
Research shows that children raised in homes with chronic conflict often suffer from depression, poor academic performance, and difficulty forming healthy relationships later in life.
They learn that love means measuring every word before speaking that relationships mean control, not care.
In trying to keep her family together, Maya was unknowingly teaching her son that “it’s okay to be rude”. And teaching her daughter that “you have no voice and you just have to put up with it”.
These are the lessons that echo into adulthood. Her son may grow up mirroring his father. Her daughter may confuse submission for love.
And above all, Maya’s own light is fading. She’s losing herself a little more each day.
The truth is, staying in an abusive or toxic marriage “for the children” often means both the parent and the children lose.
Kids don’t need a perfect home; they need a peaceful one.
If your relationship feels like a constant battle, take a breath and ask yourself:
Is staying really protecting your children?
Or is it teaching them to tolerate pain?
Seek help. It is not a failure. It’s the beginning of rewriting your story.
Because emotional wounds don’t heal in silence.
They heal when we stop hiding them.
Awareness is where freedom and peace begin.
Signing out,
Sana
This was a geeat short peice - i never belived in staying for the sake of the kids argument i always belived that it does more harm than good